"Of course, he is used to being wild and you are used to being domesticated," Connor whistled. "He can take care of himself by himself, unlike you."

Wen thought about it for a while, but he felt something was wrong: "...What kind of wild domestic animals! Don't say that, it's like raising pets!"

"Okay, okay." Connor agreed simply, but still defended in a low voice, "I think it's cute to say that."

"Oh." Wen said listlessly.

Connor is such a considerate boyfriend. Of course, he will not ignore Wen's bad mood. He immediately sends gentle greetings to Wen from a distance: "It's been too long since you've seen me, and you're too embarrassed to show off."

You’re too clingy, so you’re holding yourself back in a bad mood?”

"...narcissist." Wen endured it again and again, but was still amused, "Every mood I feel has something to do with you? Do I like you so much?"

"You may not feel it yourself, but I feel it very clearly," Connor said. "You will never be able to love anyone else the way you love me!"

"You're really good at it."

"But even though you already love me very much, you still can't compare to the extent that I love you." Connor said cheerfully, "Well, there's no point in comparing this. Why did you think of asking Jason? You don't want to continue to be in Wei.

Is the benefactor staying at home?"

"I just want to care about his safety. You think that I don't want to live here anymore." Wen said, "But wait a minute - don't talk to yourself. Why is it meaningless to compare?"

"If you're unhappy because you lost, then it's okay even if you win." Connor is flexible and flexible.

Wen emphasized with emphasis: "There should be no comparison!"

"Are you saying that intangible things cannot be quantified?" Connor said seriously, "But I always feel that feelings can be quantified. I will become stronger, and one day maybe I can pull the planet away like Superman.

My own trajectory... But even then, I don’t think I can express the feelings I feel when I think of you.”

Wen listened quietly and asked calmly: "Where are you?"

"Right here." Someone behind me said.

Wen calmly rushed forward.

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2020-04-27 23:53:51~2020-04-30 01:16:38~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Diyue, Chenwu 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Yuansou 40 bottles; Yu Chang 30 bottles; Lu 29 bottles; 35123507, Chiba, colleagues make me happy 20 bottles; nde, 15 bottles of kelp; bead-headed cat, small bread eating dio, winter dumplings

, 10 bottles of sugar; Yan Xuan, ggad recommends 5 bottles in a lifetime; Hua Chunong, Shen, the little fox of the Sanjo family, Begonia Ijiu, Ming Ge 1 bottle;
Chapter completed!